By Gonny God is pure abstraction, and therefore difficult to describe.
It is easier to say what God is not.
God has no shape, no boundaries, no beginning or end.
God is not a person, and not a thing, because persons and things are limited.
God is All-That-Is, beyond time and space, beyond form, beyond thought. Any attempt to define God is already to limit what is limitless.
God creates only in Spirit, extending Himself in His Son.
God does not create the physical universe, nor is He aware of the dream of separation.
Thus, God is perfect Oneness. In Him there is only eternal unity.
When the Son had the tiny idea of separation, he had to imagine a place where separation could seem to exist.
God creates only in Spirit, but the Son, using the same creative power, began to make instead of to create. Not true creations, but imagined forms within a dream.
And what could be the very first form?
Perhaps the idea of space.
An infinite expanse, silent, without edges, without limits.
A stage where every other form could appear.
A canvas vast enough to hold galaxies, quiet enough to carry every possible story, and empty enough to be filled with billions upon billions of dreams.
The beauty of space is that you do not have to search far to find it. Space is already here. It surrounds you, fills the room, stretches beyond the walls, and rests gently between each breath. You live in it, move through it, feel it on your skin, breathe it in and out. Space never argues and never resists. It allows everything to appear and disappear. It holds every sound, every thought, every form… yet it remains untouched.
This is why, when I try to imagine God, space is such a helpful picture.
Like God, space has no limits, no preferences, no opinions. It does nothing, yet without it nothing could appear. We often overlook it because it does not shout. But when we become still, we notice: it has always been here. Silent, unchanging, ever-present.
If space can help us imagine something about God, then consciousness can help us imagine something about the Son of God.
Consciousness is that quiet awareness behind our eyes, the You before the you, the presence that never argues and never leaves. This is what we really are. Not a body, not a name, but awareness itself…the one who observes, the dreamer of the dream.
And what about all the thoughts in the All-That-Is?
What happens to them?
According to ACIM, when a thought is believed in the dream of the Son, it seems to take form…the mind gives it a shape to explore.
This is the miracle of consciousness. It can try on any form, any perspective, any emotion. It can look through the eyes of a child, through the lens of a scientist, through the heart of a lover. It can laugh, weep, forget, destroy, create, and finally… remember.
So again… all forms are experiments of perception, costumes worn to explore the question: What if I were separate?
But never forget… consciousness was never really separate. It only dreamed that it was.
And when it grows quiet, curious, still enough, it begins to see the light shining through all forms. A grain of sand becomes holy, a breeze becomes a message, a moment becomes a miracle.
Because suddenly the formless is shining through the form… and the dreamer begins to remember the Dreamer.
With love and light,
G.